Chapter 49
Under the moonlight, a blood-winged hawk was flying.
The hawk, with crimson feathers, swept across a vast estate, circling above the central pavilion.
Screee—ee!
Before the hawk’s low cry had even faded, a window in the pavilion opened.
The crimson hawk, as if it had been waiting for the signal, flew straight through the window.
A middle-aged man in fine silk sleepwear untied the message capsule fastened to the hawk’s leg as it perched on a stand.
The ring on his finger gleamed with the emblem of a blazing flame.
“Husband, what news is it?”
A middle-aged woman seated on a luxurious bed embroidered with silk asked anxiously.
“It’s both good news... and bad.”
The man—called husband—walked toward the candlelight and continued speaking.
“The Divine Lady has finally awakened from the Spirit Seal.”